I’m winding down from a fairly lazy weekend here. There’s been nothing more taxing than the regular household tasks, taking Youngest to her riding lesson and visiting Eldest and having dinner there so yay for that !
It’s been good to just pause and potter because we’ve had a lot going on of late and if you remember, I’m not used to all this socialising stuff ! Last week was a nieces birthday, the next day my sisters birthday and then the day after that my Papa’s birthday. It’s a challenge to think of different ways to celebrate or things to do for him and he’d rather ‘do’ something than ‘have’ something. We’re in agreement that anything we ‘want’ we can buy ourselves.
Last year I took him on a trip down the river at Windsor as his treat, but due to dire weather conditions, it happened a few weeks after the event. I wanted to celebrate his day on the actual day this year, and it being Saturday, it was much easier. I suggested taking him out for a meal and then going for a wander around Virginia Water lake. I then thought of inviting my sister and niece along, to celebrate their birthdays too, word spread and next thing you know, we’re a party of 10 ! It was a lovely event though, the meal was great, the weather was appalling but Dad had thought ahead and we all went back to his house for tea and cake.
In the evening I was out for a meal with some friends and I’ll be honest, I struggled to eat my meal, inspite of having salad at lunchtime. It was another great evening though and I got a chance to try out a new outfits out of my seasonal allowance. That whole day was great for testing my wardrobe, as I wore 3 outfits in one day but I’ll elaborate on that in another post dedicated to clothes.
Monday was back to work and Tuesday was tense. I’d been given a pre-sale code to get some tickets to see Kasabian in December. I cannot even begin to express how much I wanted to get those tickets, having failed to secure any for their recent London gig and watched their Glastonbury set and reliving the joy of seeing them at last years Hard Rock Calling.
So at ten to 9 I was on the website, the code having been copied and just waiting to be pasted in ! I’d already recognised that we couldn’t attend the Saturday gig as it’s an over 18s only so my next goal was the Friday night. I’d updated my password, set up new card details and then it was go, go, go … and finally a message appeared saying that I’d got my tickets.
I felt shaky all day, so excited and a bit jangly with relief and anticipation.
Then it was Thursday. Not sure if I mentioned this before, but I LOVE Jack White. I loved the White Stripes but never got to see them live so when the news that he was playing one gig in London I was frantically trying to get tickets. I did manage to get some but at first it seemed they weren’t that great…
There was drama about whether we could attend, the school threw a spanner in the works by announcing the launch of an event that HAD to be attended if people want to participate. I admit that I sulked, I ranted and even cried at the unfairness of it. I tried to get a refund from the ticket seller on the grounds that the original gig date had been changed from Saturday to Thursday…
Thankfully, they refused and I will be forever grateful for that ! Sensing my distress, a very wise friend advised that I explain the situation to the teacher putting on the event and ask if I could possibly make alternative arrangements to gather all the information about the launch. I put every ounce of charm I could muster into a letter explaining the situation and bless her, the lovely teacher lady replied that of course it was fine for us to miss the event under the circumstances, and thanking me for such a lovely letter.
On the day I really wasn’t that excited at first, the shine had been taken off the whole event; Teen had sports day the following day and was running in two races, I felt guilty that she’d be tired and not at her best. The travel was proving challenging too, it seemed as though everything was conspiring against me enjoying this.
Then Teen arrived home from school and announced that she couldn’t believe we were actually going. That changed the whole situation and as I was already changed and ready to go, she changed quickly and we marched down to the station, me already sweltering in the heat and my all-black jeans and top combo. Teen said she really wasn’t feeling it still. The train took ages, the tube was rammed and initially we couldn’t find our way out of the station ! Then we emerged into the daylight and saw the venue just over the road.
We calmly went get some food and drink to sustain us, I don’t eat or drink when I’m excited, but I knew Chess was hungry and certainly wouldn’t last the night without food. So we ate, we drank and slowly I could see her becoming more animated and then as we joined the very long but fast moving queue I could see she was excited.
We headed to the top of the circle and staked out our spot for the evening, glad that we’d got there early and crossing our fingers that no really tall people would come and stand in front. As the place filled up the ( in my opinion, not so) Amazing Snakeheads came on stage and did what they had to do. The drums and guitar were fine, but the ‘vocals’ didn’t appeal at all. As far as I could make out it was a full on shouty screamy rant about hating just about everything. One semi-naked very angry young man who should really calm down a bit. Or shut up.
Admittedly it must be tough when you’re the support for someone as unique and diverse as Jack White, but really, it was just dire and as they left the stage thousands of eyeballs rolled in relief and a few polite people applauded their thanks. For them leaving probably.
If I hadn’t loved him already, I would have fallen as soon as we were reminded that the concert wasn’t the size of a 3 inch screen, but the size of the venue and if people wanted to watch on their screen then perhaps they shouldn’t have bought tickets for the live show, but just watched it on youtube instead. I have a deep and intense loathing for people who attend concerts or any live event with one arm in the air holding their damn phones up to record it. Grrrr. It makes my blood boil.
The last time I attended a gig at that venue was when it was called The Hammersmith Odeon and I’d gone to see The Cult. There was no phoneteference back then … although I remember the sound system wasn’t that great either !
Anyway people, just watch, listen, feel and just damn well enjoy the live experience for fecks sake. Or stay the feck at home with your tv so someone else who will appreciate it can have your ticket.
I applauded that ‘put your phones away’ speech loudly, and the man in front of me quietly slid his phone back into his pocket.
Finally, the master magician of music himself appeared on stage and for an hour and half we were mesmerised and swept up in the whirlwind of sound and spectacle. It surpassed my wildest dreams; the sound was incredible, and our view was fantastic. It was unbelievably hot and the music swirled, surrounded and entranced us, we danced and sang along. There was minimum chat, and I liked that too. I don’t go to a gig to hear a life story or the reason that each song was written, I go to hear and watch it being performed, and perform he and his band did.
I read 3 reviews the next day and they may have been more eloquent than me, but the praise and reverence comes from the same place.
It was over all too soon but as we made our way home with hearts pumping and ears ringing I knew we’d experienced something so special and unique that we may never feel again. It was an absolute privilege to have been part of that small audience and I will drink from that memory for a very long time.
Thank you !